The smell was worse in here as far as Grell was concerned, but then he hated having anything irritate his senses. He'd hated London before the sewage system went into place and he'd hated it when the rivers ran low. Unpleasant smells were one thing he'd never get used to, no matter how long he lived. Holding his flashlight out as Brainiac 5 went into the next room, he managed to keep the smile off his face completely when he saw the rows of cabinents. Unfortunate that some were already broken into, but he was certain he'd be able to find something worth playing with.
"Highly advanced and complicated?" he echoed, moving into the room with both hands on his light. "Y-yes, alright."
If he found anything like that, he'd certainly let Brainy know - by shoving it through his chest. Going over to one of the yellow cabinents, he opened the doors to see bottles all neatly lined up and labeled for their convenience. He didn't much care for them though - too impersonal, not enough blood. "Um...I found per-- per..ox..ide? I don't think that's what you wanted."
Closing those doors, he moved to the other side of the room and opened the first of the blue cabinents. He was glad his back was to Brainiac at this point because he couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face.
His darling scythe would have to forgive him for this little love affair he was about to have. He was certain it would understand. After all, he was the one scorned and having to turn to inferior tools. Reaching out, Grell picked up a box of scalpels and took several out, sliding them into his pockets. He kept the rest in the box and kept exploring the cabinent - medical shears? Oh, God must have really wanted him to punish the foolish boy behind him!
Filling the box with a few sharp pairs of shears, he stepped back from the cabinent with a sigh. So it was over was it? No more need to keep up the disguise. Finally. His flashlight clicked off and he slipped his black gloves on, using what meager power he had left to see in the dark.
"I think I've found something, Brainy," he said, as he turned to walk up behind the former robot. He smiled, pulling a scalpel out of the box to hold it, ready to stab the boy straight in the shoulder. "Something you'll be very interested in seeing."
"Peroxide? No, not what I meant," he said, just managing to keep an exasperated sigh to himself. "Look for something along the lines of the computer in the other room - technology, not chemicals." He shone the flashlight over the bottles as Grell moved away to look through the other cabinets, there was always the possibility that what he was searching for would be hidden somehow to keep with the appearance of 20th century technology levels, so as much as he hated having to waste time, it was important he look over everything with a relative amount of care.
As he searched, Brainiac 5 also noted the different types of chemicals automatically; all where what he would have expected in this facility, but some might prove useful should he ever have need of them. He didn't like the idea of having to stay in this place any longer than necessary, but should that happen, it might be worth working on devices and concoctions of his own...
He was vaguely aware of Grell sighing - no doubt similarly frustrated in his own search, as Brainiac 5 had to doubt there was anything that the timid man would find suitable as a weapon - then the sound of his flashlight clicking off and the older man walking up behind him.
"Then let me see it," he answered, turning around. As he did so, he suddenly became aware of a few things. Firstly was the Grell had turned his flashlight off, which was odd in that he'd needed it earlier and the room was no lighter than any other they'd been it, then there was how Grell's voice which seemed less hesitant now. And finally there was the metallic glint of a scalpel in the man's hand which was enough to cause a flood of adrenaline through his system, his eyes widening before he got himself back under control. Grell had been looking for a weapon, he reminded himself, and while the choice wasn't one Brainiac 5 thought would suit him, it was obvious that he had only approached to show whatever it was that was in the box he was holding. His reaction had been purely instinctive at the sight of a weapon, nothing more.
"Is it in there?" he asked, indicating the box.
Of course, that reasoning didn't explain why Grell had turned the flashlight off in the first place...
That flash of instinctive fear was all that Grell needed. The boy had turned around and he seemed so completely...stupid. Here was a man holding a scalpel and he wasn't even running. What a shame to have this be the first blood he spilled here.
"In here?" he asked, holding the box up. "Not quite."
Now that his eyes had adjusted and had picked up their usual green sheen that came with using his powers, he could see Brainiac - poor little robot boy - looking up at him like he was still that stupid butler. He did so love it when his victims didn't realize the danger they were in. Grinning wide, he gave Brainiac 5 a toothy smile and, in a flash, Grell drove the scalpel hard at the boy's shoulder, intending to drive it through flesh and into the cabinent behind him.
He had enough time to register the unnatural glint to Grell's eyes and the broad, predatory smile then the scalpel was thrust forward, catching the light again as it bit into his shoulder, ripping through the skin and muscle with distressing ease. A cry of surprise was ripped from his throat as pain lanced through his head, accompanied by a cocktail of chemicals as Brainiac 5's new body tried to react to the attack. But it wasn't helped by the fact that Brainiac 5 himself was still largely in shock. He'd never experienced pain quite like this before, it was raw and unable to be controlled or suppressed as he was used to.
For a moment he stared in stunned horror up at Grell, then he was moving, heart hammering in his chest, fighting purely instinctively to try and get free. The blade tore deeper into his shoulder and in response he fought harder, blindly lashing out at his assailant. "What are you doing?! Stop!"
[ooc: I have no idea if Grell is strong enough in Landel's to pin him to the cabinet with a scalpel, but I have no objections if he is and that's what you'd like to do~]
[ooc: sadly, I nerfed him like whoa, so he isn't strong enough - he's pretty strong and fast, but nowhere near what he was in canon]
The smell of fresh blood and the sight of it on his hands, the thin spray that exploded from the flesh where the scalpel bit into it - cinema, beauty, absolute perfection!
But no Record.
Robbed of one joy, he had to partake in another and that was the pain and shock and fear on Brainiac's face and the beautiful red blood everywhere. Stepping back, Grell left the scalpel in Brainiac 5's shoulder. He balanced the box in one hand, moving to put himself between his prey and the door and smiled at him as he took the rounded pair of glasses off and slipped them into the box. The facade was gone, so he had no use for the timid voice or the mannerisms. "What do you think I'm doing, darling?"
One hand went into his pocket and he pulled out his red glasses, slipping them on over his head so he didn't get tangled in the chain attached to them. He felt so much better now that he had drawn blood. Picking another scalpel out of the box, he held it delicately in his right hand, grinning at the boy in front of him with sharklike teeth. "Confused are we? Scared perhaps? Or maybe the pain and the adrenaline is just enough to keep your head clear?" Switching his grip, he threw the surgical scalpel at Brainiac's other shoulder like a dart, not caring if it hit or not. "I did tell you to be careful tonight, didn't I?" Another scalpel was drawn out of the box and he pressed it to his lips in a kiss. "I told you I'd come find you tonight. I always keep my promises - a god is only as good as her word."
Gasping with pain, Brainiac 5 reached up to grasp at the blood-slicked handle of the scalpel embedded in his shoulder. His hand was shaking badly and he gave a faint whimper as it slipped off the handle, jerking the scalpel up at an angle, but on the second try he was able to get a better grip and with a cry pulled it free. Grell was between him and the door, and his arm was bleeding badly - he hoped distantly that the attack hadn't managed to sever anything vital - his mind hazing from the blood loss.
Meanwhile, Grell was... putting on a pair of glasses? A different pair, he noted around the pain and fear, and his manner had changed entirely as well. And then Grell threw another scalpel at him and Brainiac 5 yelped, jerked sideways instinctively though not fast enough. Fortunately surgical equipment wasn't designed with throwing accuracy in mind, and the blade rotated in the air enough that it merely bounced off his shoulder harmlessly. But somehow he doubted Grell was going to leave things at that. He was still talking and it took Brainiac 5 a moment to work his mind past the effects of adrenaline and understand what he was referring to.
"You - you're the one from the message board? You're doing this because of that?!" he asked, and winced at how weak and scared his voice sounded. He was being attacked, possibly in danger of losing his life, because Grell was apparently unbalanced enough to take offense that people didn't follow along with his delusions? "You're insane," he muttered.
The scalpel glanced off and Grell sighed, pulling another from the box. It was a shame that they weren't real throwing knives, or even just a better weapon. He'd have to get up close and personal in order to make the boy bleed again. Grell could tell he was slower and he was weaker than he used to be, which was concerning, but he'd been expecting that with the sudden humanity and all. It was still annoying though.
Taking a step forward, he held the scalpel in one hand, waving it carelessly as he spoke. "Because of that, yes, and because you annoy me." Another step forward and he held the scalpel a little tighter, changing his grip on it, ready to attack. "You insult me in public, belittle my immortality, and you expect me to stay quiet about it? God exists, and beneath Him, the gods who work for Him. To think otherwise?"
Suddenly darting forward, Grell tried to drive the scalpel into Brainy's other shoulder, ramming their bodies together and grinning like a madman. "That's insanity."
"Your attacking me won't prove anything," Brainiac 5 managed to snap in something that was approaching his normal tone, but his eyes were fixed on the scalpel in Grell's hand and he was shaking all over. Shock and adrenaline, he thought numbly, he needed to try and get away from this psychopath before he took any more damage and risked going off-line. But Grell was in front of the only exit, and was taller and stronger than Brainiac 5 was. He was at a clear disadvantage, so he would have to-
Grell moved suddenly and Brainiac 5 reacted automatically, instincts taking over as he attempted to initiate the shift to his larger battle form... which he didn't have anymore. Under different circumstances he might have reasoned with himself that he'd only been human for a little over a day, so such slip-ups were to be expected, but right now it looked like it was going to get him killed. Grell slammed against him hard, driving him back against the cabinet behind him with a surprising amount of force. His head impacted the metal with a resounding crack, fuzzing his mind enough that the pain of the second scalpel being plunged into his shoulder was only distantly noticeable as the air left his lungs in a rush, leaving him feeling weak and gasping for breath.
"God isn't meant to be proven. That isn't the point of belief." Of course, Grell knew rather than believed since he worked for Him, but that was besides the point. More importantly, however, was the way the little robot was shaking. His hands, his body, the small tremor behind the otherwise normal voice were all signs of shock and fear for his life. Grell loved that. It was a perfect harmony, like the mind and soul and body were all singing together for once, crying out the only line that mattered like a heavenly chorus: 'I want to live. I can't die like this.'
Pushing up against Brainiac 5, he pushed the scalpel further into the boy's shoulder, pressing the heel of his palm against the handle as he worked it further in. The blood was glorious and everywhere and he was almost reluctant to let go to get another scalpel. "You should have learned your manners, boy," he breathed against Brainy's ear, another scalpel sliding out of the box. "It could have saved your life."
Keeping his prey still would be a problem, especially for such a little runt that had such a big mouth. He'd just have to make sure he didn't get away. Dropping the box for now, Grell grabbed Brainiac 5's right wrist, pulling it up over his head. He grinned and pressed the blade against Brainiac's throat. "Not even going to say you're sorry?"
It would have been safer, smarter, to keep silent but he was confused and still gasping for air, and perhaps subconsciously Brainiac 5 thought that, even if it cost him his life, he wouldn't pretend to believe something he didn't. "Such beliefs... have no... point," he managed around attempts to suck in lungfuls of air. It occurred to him that while agreeing with Grell most likely wouldn't make the man let him go, saying such things would probably just antagonise him further and probably wasn't a good idea.
But then it looked like it wasn't possible to make Grell any more willing to kill him, as the deranged man pressed his hand against the handle of the scalpel, working at it until Brainiac 5 could feel it scraping against bone and was sobbing from the pain of it. He barely had time to process what happened next, as Grell seized his right arm and dragged it harshly upwards, aggravating the wound in his shoulder and eliciting another moan of pain. The press of a blade at his throat however was like the shock of cold water to his face. He'd figured out shortly after this had started that Grell most likely meant to kill him, but the reality of it hadn't sunk in until now. Eyes wide with fear and desperation he looked up at the older man, hoping to see something to indicate that this wasn't the end. He wasn't going to be murdered like this; afraid, alone and pathetically human.
But there was nothing but sadistic and predatory satisfaction.
Brainiac 5's left hand scrabbled at the cabinet behind him, trying desperately to find something, anything, to fight back with. Apology was both out of the question and pointless. Grell clearly only wanted it as an admission of defeat, and Brainiac 5 wouldn't allow him that satisfaction.
"In my case, it isn't belief though," Grell admitted, suddenly jabbing the scalpel through Brainiac 5's right hand. He sighed and pulled back, running a hand over his shoulder to toss his hair over it and then picked up another scalpel. The blades weren't nearly as strong as Grell would like, but the blood was all the same. Running the flat of the blade against Brainy's cheek, Grell smiled, ignoring the scrabbling hand in favor of the fear in the boy's eyes.
It was the same look that those women had just before his beautiful angel had taken their lives. When her knife fell, it was perfection. The cuts and the blood, her anger and grief all mixed in together to create the most beautiful picture he'd ever seen. For it to have ended as it had was a real shame, but that was how mortals were sometimes. "I work for Him, you see. So I know He exists, but you mortals - you have the choice to believe or not, but you cannot deny to me my own existence anymore than you can deny His."
Dragging the blade a little harder, Grell smiled as it cut a thin line into the flesh. He was restraining himself rather well, he thought, having not just taken the boy's head at the first blow. This was far more fun though, dragging it out, making him suffer. It wasn't just one cut to view a Record, it was several to create a once in a lifetime painting. Never again would the blood flow the same way. Never again would the red stain in just the same fashion.
But best to end it. He was tired of discussing belief and existence with someone who would never yield to him. Stepping back, Grell raised the blade and smirked. Pressing one hand against Brainiac's chest to make sure he wouldn't get away, Grell readied to stab him through the throat. "Not like you're listening though. And so goodnight, sweet prince - and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!"
Brainiac 5 could hardly care about Grell's delusional beliefs of working for a god at this point, as another scalpel stabbed through his hand, splattering more blood across himself and Grell, though the other only seemed to enjoy that. He flinched instinctively at the coldness of another blade against his cheek; at first a gentle touch and then cutting into the skin as Grell pressed down harder. There was stinging pain, somehow sharper than the previous injuries and a sensation of something hot - his own blood - sliding down his cheek. The feeling was mirrored on the other side of his face and for a moment Brainiac 5 wondered if Grell had cut him there too but then he took in the prickling of his eyes and realised that he was in fact crying, an uncontrolled reaction from the fear and stress.
He, Brainiac 5, fifth of the line and one of the most intelligent people in the known galaxy, was so afraid that he was on the verge of breaking down and weeping like a frightened child.
Part of him rebelled at that and, as Grell pressed a hand to his chest and moved back to allow himself room for a killing blow, Brainiac 5's left hand grazed the edge of a bottle, latched onto it tightly, and then swung the glass bottle and its contents at his tormentor. He didn't wait to see if the attack had any effect. He was already reaching back to try and hook another container, hoping that something would give him enough space to try and make a desperate break for freedom.
Were those tears? Brainiac 5, the great and mighty 'robot' was crying? Grell almost wanted to laugh at the sight. So even little tin minds could cry. Good to know. The fear was something he hadn't tasted in awhile, but to have shaken the boy to that level? Absolutely delicious.
He moved in for the kill, but before he had a chance to strike, something hit him first. Flinching, Grell twisted away from the bottle as the glass hit him and shattered. The first thing Grell felt was shock that he'd been so careless as to let the boy get any sort of weapon in his hands. The second thing was absolute fury. What if that glass had hit his face?! If he scarred, he'd rip this boy apart in the afterlife, follow him to Hell, ressurect him, and kill him again. His face! Did no one have manners anymore?!
The third thing Grell felt, and the final, was pain. A burning, unpleasant, pain, up his arm and on his shoulder where the glass had hit. Cursing wasn't very ladylike, but he couldn't help it as he instinctively let Brainiac 5 go and jumped away, brushing his gloved hands frantically at whatever it was that was hurting him. Acid. Stupid, little brat had thrown acid at him! He was lucky there hadn't been a stronger solution in there, but it still hurt and he had to rip the sleeve off his shirt to keep it from getting on him anymore.
"You little guttersnipe!" Grell screeched, pulling a pair of scalpels out of his pocket. If he'd been angry before, now he was just enraged. "I can't believe you! You could have hit my face! You never hit a lady's face!"
The moment Grell had released him and jumped back, Brainiac 5 had moved. Adrenaline coursed through his system again, this time helping him stagger towards the door and plough through it, hissing in pain as his shoulder impacted the door sharply and jolted the scalpel still lodged there. But he didn't have time to remove it now, not with the sounds of Grell screaming at him indicating that he'd only succeeded in making the man madder.
His left hand was still gripping a second flask of something which would hopefully be useful if Grell caught up with him. And, considering the damage he'd taken so far, it was highly likely that would happen. His left shoulder was a mess, the scalpel lodged there scraping against bone painfully with each movement and it was all he could do to keep a hold of the blood-slicked glass with that hand. His right arm was faring even worse, though the scalpel had been torn free from his palm when he'd started running, it was too damaged for him to get much use from it and his right shoulder had also been badly injured.
The chances of him getting away alive where looking rather slim, but at least they were better than they had been a few moments ago. Too aware that the effects of the adrenaline wouldn't last long, Brainiac 5 pushed on into the next room.
"Highly advanced and complicated?" he echoed, moving into the room with both hands on his light. "Y-yes, alright."
If he found anything like that, he'd certainly let Brainy know - by shoving it through his chest. Going over to one of the yellow cabinents, he opened the doors to see bottles all neatly lined up and labeled for their convenience. He didn't much care for them though - too impersonal, not enough blood. "Um...I found per-- per..ox..ide? I don't think that's what you wanted."
Closing those doors, he moved to the other side of the room and opened the first of the blue cabinents. He was glad his back was to Brainiac at this point because he couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face.
His darling scythe would have to forgive him for this little love affair he was about to have. He was certain it would understand. After all, he was the one scorned and having to turn to inferior tools. Reaching out, Grell picked up a box of scalpels and took several out, sliding them into his pockets. He kept the rest in the box and kept exploring the cabinent - medical shears? Oh, God must have really wanted him to punish the foolish boy behind him!
Filling the box with a few sharp pairs of shears, he stepped back from the cabinent with a sigh. So it was over was it? No more need to keep up the disguise. Finally. His flashlight clicked off and he slipped his black gloves on, using what meager power he had left to see in the dark.
"I think I've found something, Brainy," he said, as he turned to walk up behind the former robot. He smiled, pulling a scalpel out of the box to hold it, ready to stab the boy straight in the shoulder. "Something you'll be very interested in seeing."
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As he searched, Brainiac 5 also noted the different types of chemicals automatically; all where what he would have expected in this facility, but some might prove useful should he ever have need of them. He didn't like the idea of having to stay in this place any longer than necessary, but should that happen, it might be worth working on devices and concoctions of his own...
He was vaguely aware of Grell sighing - no doubt similarly frustrated in his own search, as Brainiac 5 had to doubt there was anything that the timid man would find suitable as a weapon - then the sound of his flashlight clicking off and the older man walking up behind him.
"Then let me see it," he answered, turning around. As he did so, he suddenly became aware of a few things. Firstly was the Grell had turned his flashlight off, which was odd in that he'd needed it earlier and the room was no lighter than any other they'd been it, then there was how Grell's voice which seemed less hesitant now. And finally there was the metallic glint of a scalpel in the man's hand which was enough to cause a flood of adrenaline through his system, his eyes widening before he got himself back under control. Grell had been looking for a weapon, he reminded himself, and while the choice wasn't one Brainiac 5 thought would suit him, it was obvious that he had only approached to show whatever it was that was in the box he was holding. His reaction had been purely instinctive at the sight of a weapon, nothing more.
"Is it in there?" he asked, indicating the box.
Of course, that reasoning didn't explain why Grell had turned the flashlight off in the first place...
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"In here?" he asked, holding the box up. "Not quite."
Now that his eyes had adjusted and had picked up their usual green sheen that came with using his powers, he could see Brainiac - poor little robot boy - looking up at him like he was still that stupid butler. He did so love it when his victims didn't realize the danger they were in. Grinning wide, he gave Brainiac 5 a toothy smile and, in a flash, Grell drove the scalpel hard at the boy's shoulder, intending to drive it through flesh and into the cabinent behind him.
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For a moment he stared in stunned horror up at Grell, then he was moving, heart hammering in his chest, fighting purely instinctively to try and get free. The blade tore deeper into his shoulder and in response he fought harder, blindly lashing out at his assailant. "What are you doing?! Stop!"
[ooc: I have no idea if Grell is strong enough in Landel's to pin him to the cabinet with a scalpel, but I have no objections if he is and that's what you'd like to do~]
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The smell of fresh blood and the sight of it on his hands, the thin spray that exploded from the flesh where the scalpel bit into it - cinema, beauty, absolute perfection!
But no Record.
Robbed of one joy, he had to partake in another and that was the pain and shock and fear on Brainiac's face and the beautiful red blood everywhere. Stepping back, Grell left the scalpel in Brainiac 5's shoulder. He balanced the box in one hand, moving to put himself between his prey and the door and smiled at him as he took the rounded pair of glasses off and slipped them into the box. The facade was gone, so he had no use for the timid voice or the mannerisms. "What do you think I'm doing, darling?"
One hand went into his pocket and he pulled out his red glasses, slipping them on over his head so he didn't get tangled in the chain attached to them. He felt so much better now that he had drawn blood. Picking another scalpel out of the box, he held it delicately in his right hand, grinning at the boy in front of him with sharklike teeth. "Confused are we? Scared perhaps? Or maybe the pain and the adrenaline is just enough to keep your head clear?" Switching his grip, he threw the surgical scalpel at Brainiac's other shoulder like a dart, not caring if it hit or not. "I did tell you to be careful tonight, didn't I?" Another scalpel was drawn out of the box and he pressed it to his lips in a kiss. "I told you I'd come find you tonight. I always keep my promises - a god is only as good as her word."
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Meanwhile, Grell was... putting on a pair of glasses? A different pair, he noted around the pain and fear, and his manner had changed entirely as well. And then Grell threw another scalpel at him and Brainiac 5 yelped, jerked sideways instinctively though not fast enough. Fortunately surgical equipment wasn't designed with throwing accuracy in mind, and the blade rotated in the air enough that it merely bounced off his shoulder harmlessly. But somehow he doubted Grell was going to leave things at that. He was still talking and it took Brainiac 5 a moment to work his mind past the effects of adrenaline and understand what he was referring to.
"You - you're the one from the message board? You're doing this because of that?!" he asked, and winced at how weak and scared his voice sounded. He was being attacked, possibly in danger of losing his life, because Grell was apparently unbalanced enough to take offense that people didn't follow along with his delusions? "You're insane," he muttered.
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Taking a step forward, he held the scalpel in one hand, waving it carelessly as he spoke. "Because of that, yes, and because you annoy me." Another step forward and he held the scalpel a little tighter, changing his grip on it, ready to attack. "You insult me in public, belittle my immortality, and you expect me to stay quiet about it? God exists, and beneath Him, the gods who work for Him. To think otherwise?"
Suddenly darting forward, Grell tried to drive the scalpel into Brainy's other shoulder, ramming their bodies together and grinning like a madman. "That's insanity."
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Grell moved suddenly and Brainiac 5 reacted automatically, instincts taking over as he attempted to initiate the shift to his larger battle form... which he didn't have anymore. Under different circumstances he might have reasoned with himself that he'd only been human for a little over a day, so such slip-ups were to be expected, but right now it looked like it was going to get him killed. Grell slammed against him hard, driving him back against the cabinet behind him with a surprising amount of force. His head impacted the metal with a resounding crack, fuzzing his mind enough that the pain of the second scalpel being plunged into his shoulder was only distantly noticeable as the air left his lungs in a rush, leaving him feeling weak and gasping for breath.
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Pushing up against Brainiac 5, he pushed the scalpel further into the boy's shoulder, pressing the heel of his palm against the handle as he worked it further in. The blood was glorious and everywhere and he was almost reluctant to let go to get another scalpel. "You should have learned your manners, boy," he breathed against Brainy's ear, another scalpel sliding out of the box. "It could have saved your life."
Keeping his prey still would be a problem, especially for such a little runt that had such a big mouth. He'd just have to make sure he didn't get away. Dropping the box for now, Grell grabbed Brainiac 5's right wrist, pulling it up over his head. He grinned and pressed the blade against Brainiac's throat. "Not even going to say you're sorry?"
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But then it looked like it wasn't possible to make Grell any more willing to kill him, as the deranged man pressed his hand against the handle of the scalpel, working at it until Brainiac 5 could feel it scraping against bone and was sobbing from the pain of it. He barely had time to process what happened next, as Grell seized his right arm and dragged it harshly upwards, aggravating the wound in his shoulder and eliciting another moan of pain. The press of a blade at his throat however was like the shock of cold water to his face. He'd figured out shortly after this had started that Grell most likely meant to kill him, but the reality of it hadn't sunk in until now. Eyes wide with fear and desperation he looked up at the older man, hoping to see something to indicate that this wasn't the end. He wasn't going to be murdered like this; afraid, alone and pathetically human.
But there was nothing but sadistic and predatory satisfaction.
Brainiac 5's left hand scrabbled at the cabinet behind him, trying desperately to find something, anything, to fight back with. Apology was both out of the question and pointless. Grell clearly only wanted it as an admission of defeat, and Brainiac 5 wouldn't allow him that satisfaction.
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It was the same look that those women had just before his beautiful angel had taken their lives. When her knife fell, it was perfection. The cuts and the blood, her anger and grief all mixed in together to create the most beautiful picture he'd ever seen. For it to have ended as it had was a real shame, but that was how mortals were sometimes. "I work for Him, you see. So I know He exists, but you mortals - you have the choice to believe or not, but you cannot deny to me my own existence anymore than you can deny His."
Dragging the blade a little harder, Grell smiled as it cut a thin line into the flesh. He was restraining himself rather well, he thought, having not just taken the boy's head at the first blow. This was far more fun though, dragging it out, making him suffer. It wasn't just one cut to view a Record, it was several to create a once in a lifetime painting. Never again would the blood flow the same way. Never again would the red stain in just the same fashion.
But best to end it. He was tired of discussing belief and existence with someone who would never yield to him. Stepping back, Grell raised the blade and smirked. Pressing one hand against Brainiac's chest to make sure he wouldn't get away, Grell readied to stab him through the throat. "Not like you're listening though. And so goodnight, sweet prince - and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!"
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He, Brainiac 5, fifth of the line and one of the most intelligent people in the known galaxy, was so afraid that he was on the verge of breaking down and weeping like a frightened child.
Part of him rebelled at that and, as Grell pressed a hand to his chest and moved back to allow himself room for a killing blow, Brainiac 5's left hand grazed the edge of a bottle, latched onto it tightly, and then swung the glass bottle and its contents at his tormentor. He didn't wait to see if the attack had any effect. He was already reaching back to try and hook another container, hoping that something would give him enough space to try and make a desperate break for freedom.
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He moved in for the kill, but before he had a chance to strike, something hit him first. Flinching, Grell twisted away from the bottle as the glass hit him and shattered. The first thing Grell felt was shock that he'd been so careless as to let the boy get any sort of weapon in his hands. The second thing was absolute fury. What if that glass had hit his face?! If he scarred, he'd rip this boy apart in the afterlife, follow him to Hell, ressurect him, and kill him again. His face! Did no one have manners anymore?!
The third thing Grell felt, and the final, was pain. A burning, unpleasant, pain, up his arm and on his shoulder where the glass had hit. Cursing wasn't very ladylike, but he couldn't help it as he instinctively let Brainiac 5 go and jumped away, brushing his gloved hands frantically at whatever it was that was hurting him. Acid. Stupid, little brat had thrown acid at him! He was lucky there hadn't been a stronger solution in there, but it still hurt and he had to rip the sleeve off his shirt to keep it from getting on him anymore.
"You little guttersnipe!" Grell screeched, pulling a pair of scalpels out of his pocket. If he'd been angry before, now he was just enraged. "I can't believe you! You could have hit my face! You never hit a lady's face!"
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His left hand was still gripping a second flask of something which would hopefully be useful if Grell caught up with him. And, considering the damage he'd taken so far, it was highly likely that would happen. His left shoulder was a mess, the scalpel lodged there scraping against bone painfully with each movement and it was all he could do to keep a hold of the blood-slicked glass with that hand. His right arm was faring even worse, though the scalpel had been torn free from his palm when he'd started running, it was too damaged for him to get much use from it and his right shoulder had also been badly injured.
The chances of him getting away alive where looking rather slim, but at least they were better than they had been a few moments ago. Too aware that the effects of the adrenaline wouldn't last long, Brainiac 5 pushed on into the next room.
[fleeing to here]
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